I am connected to myself
I pump dark red substances around in circular motion,
The art which plays a huge part in my life.
I care about important things, people and places,
The trace that fills the empty spaces.
I carry passion and love,
A expression of doves that flies up in the skies,
Peeking through high hills, as they rise for the prize.
I go through pain and emotions,
Like the harsh crashing sounds of the oceans,
I change in size
Depending on my health
In prayers i dwell in these tears
To breathe these pairs
I am loud
Beclouded by the thumping sounds
Going round and round, like listening to an ultra-sound
I am quiet
Purely by the silence of its own being
I love rest, peace and quiet
Expressed through my harmonized riot
I love to be active, healthy and strong
I am the heart.